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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

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SCENARIO ONE

You wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched with your mouth full of sand. The salt water causes various cuts and scrapes on your skin to sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean. There are lights in the distance but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not, you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.

SCENARIO TWO

So you've just arrived, and already some of the natives are trying to get on your good side with offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.

Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes." Then there's the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky, torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.

SCENARIO THREE

"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien. Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines. Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.

SCENARIO FOUR

The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

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Mycroft, a bit coldly probably, didn't bother to ask him if he was truly all right. A shrug, and he kept going. His movements were ungainly and very clumsy, but it didn't take him that long at all, maybe a few more movements in, to figure a sort of slithering motion. He was grateful for the support, however, it helped him focus on his tail.

Something about the muscles closest to the ground pulling and pushing in a pattern. It was uncomfortable, a completey inhuman action that revolted him, but there was nothing else for it but to keep going.

Now he figures he probably should check on his assistance.

"Holding up?"

It's a good thing Mycroft didn't ask if he was alright, because he was too busy trying not to get knocked out of the way to answer. He periodically called out "Whoops" or "Watch it" or "okay."

Waldo, panting, gave him a thumbs up. "'s good. You seem to be moving now." Which was a good thing because he knew for certain now he couldn't drag the snake man anywhere.

"I didn't get you with my claws, did I?"

"Yes, I do believe I no longer need assistance with moving. Thank you for you help." He wasn't completely rude, now.

A quick pat down of his tattered clothes, as he pulled the upper part of his tail closer. "Save for a couple of tears, I'm all right. Easily mendable, plus I'll save money on suits now I no longer need pants."

A smirk, it's a joke and he enjoys being sarcastic, but his eyes betray how terrified he is. That blasted forked tongue made another appearance, and he shuddered. His teeth were on fire now, and the movement of his tongue loosened them completely. He spat out several teeth in his hand.

"Blast."

Butters just nodded, catching his breath.

"Who needs pants, really?" The joking was a good sign, he thought.

But the tooth thing made him visibly recoil in horror.

"Oh, my God." He had a strong stomach, the tail was too surreal to be that horrifying. He was used to gore, but not from living people. He clamped a hand over his mouth.

Mycroft was in too much sudden pain to say anything much else, but within seconds he sported long fangs where his ordinary human teeth used to be. It was all over in another moment, and he just stood (or whatever the equivalent was for a snake-man was) there in an attempt to recover from the latest shock.

"This is insane, when will it end!?"

His words sounded somewhat garbled and uneven, between the forked tongue and the big ol' teeth his mouth was fairly crowded. Or at the very least, he wasn't used to them enough for his speech to be unaffected.

Edited 2017-09-13 23:27 (UTC)

Mycroft's face in pain was enough to make Waldo turn away and swallow deeply. He took a breath and resolved to at least try to help, to be neutral and dispassionate, as bad as he was at it.

"Knowing the other snake guys I've seen, that should be the end.

Unless you grow scales too." He winced a bit, wishing he hadn't added that last part. Not exactly comforting.

Mycroft sighed heavily, looking fairly unhappy. At this point he really wouldn't be surprised. He was a monster enough already.

"Fantastic. It's wonderful to have something to look forward to."

He rubbed his jaw, the pain fortunately fading. His forked tongue flicked out again. Horrible thing. The extra senses were, admittedly, not entirely a bad thing, but it was terribly disconcerting to keep seeing a snake tongue in his face every few minutes.

"Can you actually taste with it or is it just for show?" His scientific curiosity is overwhelming his sensitivity.

"I know. Another lucky vampire here has knees that bend backwards." He grimaces. "Always another surprise."

"I can actually taste with it," Mycroft says. "It's disconcerting...but admittedly interesting, on a purely scientific level. I can only hope we don't run across any particularly foul smelling things soon."

The tongue flicked out again.

That was going to take some getting used fo. Mycroft tried to start slithering again, clumsily. "How many other snake people have you met?"

A pause and a slightly horrified look. "That's...appalling. Best of luck to you that you don't get that particular."

Edited 2017-09-14 00:36 (UTC)

"Really? I guess after all those other changes, your tastebuds and neurology are pretty small stuff." He peered closer, sticking out his own tongue and mentally comparing it.

"Hm, there's the kid at the funeral home and someone named Fiddle...I think?"

Butters shuddered. "After the whole wanting to drink blood bit, that would be nothing. I like walking, but having to relearn it wouldn't be the worst."

"Still no less horrifying," he said, admittedly. Between the sensation of what was supposed to be legs now a massively long tail, and the tongue, and now fangs, it was all more than a bit overwhelming. Especially since he wasn't exactly walking, but...slithering. Ugh.

"Agreed," a nod. "Though when did you...ah, start realizing you must drink blood?"

"No kidding, I mean, it's your brain being affected." He steps back, encouraging Mycroft to wriggle forwards a little more.

Butters closes his eyes and swallows, but he feels like Mycroft deserves an honest answer in reply.

"About half an hour after I broke down the boards I'd had nailed over my apartment door. I was standing over a woman." He closes his eyes.

"Drinking blood is bad enough. But to sustain life it's- it's better to drink a little than to take too much."

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